I know. I’m Darren.
I know. I’m Darren. I don’t know what I’m doing here. Darren Criss
Hurrying
When the leaves rustle,
When the leaves rustle, they sound very much like the stealthy movement of a woman in evening dress, and when they shiver suddenly, and fall, and scatter away along the ground, they might be the patter of a woman’s hurrying footsteps, and the mark in the gravel the imprint of a high-heeled shoe. Daphne du … Read more
Ruthlessly eliminate hurry from
Ruthlessly eliminate hurry from your life. Dallas Willard
He went to church,
He went to church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and fro, and patted children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of houses, and up to the windows; and found that everything could yield him pleasure. He had never dreamed that any walk — … Read more
The night was dark,
The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. There was one black, gloomy mass that seemed to follow him: not hurrying in the wild chase with the others, but lingering sullenly behind, and gliding darkly and stealthily on. He often looked back at this, and, more … Read more
A modest ring at
A modest ring at the bell at length allayed her fears, and Miss Benton, hurrying into her own room and shutting herself up, in order that she might preserve that appearance of being taken by surprise which is so essential to the polite reception of visitors, awaited their coming with a smiling countenance. Charles Dickens
She had no recollection,
She had no recollection, later, of having decided what to do next, or of having hunted for something to wear, but somehow she was hurrying down the stairs, dressed in shadowhunter gear, the letter in one hand and the chain with the ring clasped hastily around her throat. Cassandra Clare
But how do they
But how do they get inside? They fly, Jace said, and indicated the upper floors of the building. […] We don’t fly, Clary felt impelled to point out. No, Jace agreed. We don’t fly. We break and enter. He started across the street toward the hotel. Flying sounds like more fun, Clary said, hurrying to … Read more
Tessa was only half
Tessa was only half way down the corridor when they caught up to her -Will and Jem, walking on either side of her. you didn’t really think we weren’t going to come along, did you? Will asked, raising his hand and letting his witchlight fare up between his fingers, lighting the corridor to daylight brightness. … Read more
The best thing about
The best thing about growing older is that it takes such a long time. Bob Hope